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In a word, I wake up violently.

I can't pull in enough air, can't breathe, each inhale a gasp. My throat feels like sandpaper when I dare to swallow. Limbs tangled in my sheets, I roll from the bed onto the ground with a dull thud -- only to realize everything's dulled. My ears are stuffed with cotton and my hands are bone dry, the world around me dark and flat.

It was all a dream. The Hand, Bullseye, Foggy... All of it. It never happened. We never even left the room. My God, the baby-- Is Ellen even--?

The world tilts. I spit out a sound that's part sob, part yell, and punch the floor, once, with everything I'm worth.

It's not enough.

Date: 2013-05-16 08:41 pm (UTC)
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Ellen wakes up similarly, but with a gasp that punctuates her sitting upright in bed, covered in a light sheen of sweat.

A loud crash has her whirling in the direction of the sound, and she barely makes out the slump of Matt's shoulders in the dim morning light before she scrambles to the foot of the bed, sliding off and onto the floor to wrap her arms around his middle, pressing her face into his shoulder.

"I'm right here," she whispers, breathing against his skin. "I'm right here, Matt. Just breathe with me."

Date: 2013-05-16 09:18 pm (UTC)
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"I - I think so," Ellen admits, a little reluctant to even say the words - but she's having mixed feelings about it all. Her heart's still galloping in her chest from the mere sight of seeing Matt plummet out that window, and her throat almost feels raw from the scream that had broken out despite her attempts to not draw any attention to herself. She's reassuring herself of his presence now, a hand moving over his back to soothe herself as much as him.

"It felt so real," she murmurs, and now she's trying to figure out if everything in the dream is real - including the discovery he'd made.

Date: 2013-05-17 10:55 am (UTC)
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"Yeah, I - I'm fine." It only occurs to her to consider everything in the scenario after she notices that her ankle isn't persisting in its dull throbbing anymore; the injury had only been fairly recently - or felt fairly recent - back there.

"No worse for the wear," she quietly promises.

Date: 2013-05-18 04:47 pm (UTC)
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"Oh, no, Zeus," she murmurs, sidestepping the mention of the doctor as she rises to her feet, one hand coursing through her hair. Whether it's denial or skepticism, she can't help but feel as if it can't possibly be real, this pregnancy. Maybe it's because she hasn't started showing any symptoms yet, but - she looks down to realize her hand has absently ghosted over her stomach and she immediately moves it away.

"I don't even know how long we were - I hope he's alright," she says, throwing open the bedroom door.

Date: 2013-05-19 05:50 pm (UTC)
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"Don't sound too thrilled about it," Ellen replies, shooting him a look that he can probably feel as she narrows her eyes at him. The relationship between Matt and the dog is a tentative one at best, but it'll be close to ruin if they come out and find the hut completely torn apart.

She catches a glimpse of his hand and moves to take it, gingerly holding his fingers to raise his knuckles up towards the light. "Oh, Matt."

Date: 2013-05-22 10:55 am (UTC)
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"The floor can wait too," she promises, gently holding his hand in her own. If she's going to the doctor, the very least she can do is insist that he get checked out too - even if the concept of doing so put her stomach in nervous knots.

She draws their hands down, stepping into his space, moving fingers to his cheek. "Hey."

about

Matt Murdock, also known as the vigilante, Daredevil, is a Marvel Comics character created by Stan Lee and Bill Everett in 1964.

June 2014

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